0 to 100 (Remix)

[Verse]
I'm killing shit like spiders on the wall
Keeping shit on lock like money in the vault
So hot that I make a bitch melt like a malt
So quick with sick shit, you gotta put my shit on pause
Just to understand what you heard, so I can get applause
Now think about what I said; I got bacterial infested, freezing cold bars
Here soon, I'll be stirring it up like blenders so here comes another war
Don't front with all that fussing and hollering because at most, you're just a baby bore
Sit down little one and see what I become
Until I fry these fools like onions, I won't be done
In this game, until that day
I'll be flyer than a fucking drone
So you can get on up and go home
Or else a foot in your ass is prone
My multitasking is on point
I'll be kicking your ass and making your bitch moan
While sitting on the throne I just took from King Joan
Of Arc, also known as Jeanne Darc
Oh, I'm sorry, my intelligence just kicked in
I had to dumb shit down for these fools
So I left history in the dark
These bitches trying to act smart is like saying Mark
Whalberg doesn't act when I know that's a matter of fact
But anyways I'm back on that lyrical smack a bitch back
Into place back to Whackville
And I'm still real hard like someone stealing steel
Literally that's a steal
I'm going off on these bars, that shit's too drill
Like a screw or a nail in the wood
What I say goes right over their heads because they're slow like a snail, for real
I'm cooking this shit like I'm preparing a meal
But what's the deal with these fakes?
They weak like seven days
They think they're on top because they got album plays
What if I told that lyrics and flow what makes the artist a sick one?
And of course it's been done
But it all comes down to who does it best
And who gives that warm feeling like a fucking vest
To the listener when they connect to what's said
And the rest is history
I spit fire on y'all so you need that histamine
All I mean is my art's a gift from me to you
And whoever don't like it can suck it or let it be